Neverwinter Forest innaktuk (2)

Too lazy tonight to translate, so italics are inupiaq.

Kigipigak listened intently. He could not help studying her face; the serious mask never slipped and the frigidity there seemed quite at home. Her answers were somewhat vague but Kigipigak did not mind - he was not truly after those answers.

When she slipped to a more familiar languge he grinned openly. 

We all speak it in the North, yes. My friends do, somewhat, too. He could not say what their true language was as it did not make sense to Kigipigak, but he knew it was different. How odd that a family of Tartok origins be so far removed from the norm.

Is your mother of Tartok? That is where I am from; my village was Unnuniak. Now I help my bond-brothers, they wish to take the cliffs where the ravens fly. He spoke as openly as he could. Kigipigak was an unusually poetic sort when it came to his commentary, always, although he did not realize it. My friends are Stjor and Sol. I am looking for more friends, perhaps betrothals for them. I came.. To ask if there were any women here, any that might be interested. Or a deal that could be struck?

He spoke quickly. Everything flowed from him in the inuk speech and Kigipigak did not think to pause or slow for clarity; he presumed this woman would be fluent as a northerner.